Gather jewels from graveyards, when I get home bury them again Wonder if you'll ever get the chance to ask me why I turned you in I saved my own skin but I live to fight, I live to fight another day Still remember how brave you were when they came to take you away
And I feel guilty but I can't feel ashamed Prowl through empty fields, great Cain
Thought I see the ghost up on the boulevard, between the broken bits It's hard to tell gifts of the spirit from clever counterfeits Sleepwalk through my days and mark the hours until these dark times fade Like a caterpillar crawling out along the surface of the blade
And I feel guilty but I can't feel ashamed Prowl through empty fields, great Cain
Rummage through the gutter storehouse now And lick the sweat from my brow
Saw the trucks roll out this morning, not sure when they're coming back again Feel the prickings of my conscience in my chest every now and then Sometimes a great wave of forgetfulness rises up and blesses me And other times the sickness howls and I despair of any remedy
And I feel guilty but I can't feel ashamed Prowl through empty fields, great CainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
